With that, Miao Yangyang kicked off her high heels and ran out of the show venue while holding up the hem of her dress.
The high heel flew into the air and, under everyone’s watchful eyes, performed a free fall, coming straight down to smash right into He Yumian’s head.
Thud!
Such a nice sound, what a sturdy head.
Struck unawares while still sporting a bright red palm print on his face, He Yumian clutched his head as he saw a flurry of little stars and even his late great-grandmother waving at him.
The entire audience fell silent.
He Yumian picked up the high heel that had rolled aside and reached out a pleading hand in the classic meme pose: “Yangyang, please listen to my explanation.”
Miao Yangyang ran all the way out to the plaza, pulled out her phone, and started venting to her best friend about how He Yumian was a total loser.
The fact that she had not worn a purple dress today was actually an accident.
A few days ago, the boutique had messed up the size of her custom-made gown, leaving her with no choice but to consult another female guest and temporarily swap outfits.
To match this fishtail dress, she had even specially asked a stylist to give her large, bouncy waves.
Miao Yangyang had not been particularly fond of guys like He Yumian, but his persistent pursuit had gradually started to sway her.
Today, she had finally decided to follow her heart, but who could have expected that He Yumian, this absolute blockhead, would rush up like a blind idiot and call someone else Miao Yangyang.
The faster she typed her texts right now, the faster He Yumian’s social reputation was going to be completely ruined.
“Yangyang, Yangyang…”
He Yumian chased after her, panting heavily as he cradled the high heel, still mindful of his duties as a dedicated simp: “You can’t go without shoes, you’ll catch a cold!”
Miao Yangyang looked up at the sky. The blazing midsummer sun of June was so blinding that people could barely keep their eyes open, and even the ground felt scorching beneath her feet: “Catch a cold in your dreams!”
“You don’t care about me at all! As expected, people of your status will never offer genuine sincerity,” she stared straight at He Yumian, enunciating every single word. “Just leave, I don’t want to see you ever again.”
Hearing this, He Yumian panicked: “No, wait! Please give me a chance to explain.”
Miao Yangyang covered her ears and turned on her heel: “I won’t listen! I don’t want to hear it! Go save those lines for someone else!”
She ran, he chased, and she could not fly away! This melodramatic soap opera unfolding in real time attracted the gazes of numerous passersby.
People began to gather around to watch the show, and a few eager beavers even whipped out their phones to start live streaming on Douyin.
Subjected to the stares of so many people, Miao Yangyang felt her face burn with heat. She stamped her foot, covered her face, and broke into a trot.
Worried sick, He Yumian hurried to pick up the pace and chased after her.
Back in the day, Miao Yangyang had been the school’s star track and field athlete, and her running skills were no joke. Within moments, she had left He Yumian trailing a whole block behind.
Seeing that the female lead of this dramatic spectacle had vanished from sight, helpful onlookers offered some advice to the sweating, breathless He Yumian:
“Young man, why don’t you grab a shared bicycle?”
“Yeah, exactly! With stamina like yours, how are you ever going to catch your goddess?”
“Why’d you stop running? My live stream just started, you know.”
Exhausted from running, He Yumian bent over with his hands pressed against his knees, taking huge, ragged breaths.
He had suffered from a weak constitution since childhood—a congenital condition straight out of the womb—and running just this short distance had already left him gasping for air.
Just then, a sudden commotion erupted in the crowd. Raising his head in confusion, He Yumian was horrified to see a large cargo truck barreling straight toward him at breakneck speed!
He Yumian: “What the?”
Almost in the blink of an eye, the truck’s shadow completely swallowed him up, and the roaring wind rushing toward his face made his ears ring.
Bang! Screeech!
Accompanied by a screeching brake and the sound of crushing metal, He Yumian was launched into the air by the immense impact, then slammed heavily onto the ground.
At that instant, time seemed to freeze.
A chorus of screams immediately burst from the crowd: “Ahhh! Call an ambulance quickly, someone’s going to die…”
He Yumian finally understood what it felt like to be crushed to pieces, and the sudden wave of excruciating pain caused him to black out completely.
His consciousness floated up and down like debris in a vast ocean, and his body felt like a torn-apart mass of cotton wool.
In a haze, he caught the scent of hospital disinfectant while the rhythmic beeps of various medical equipment echoed in his ears.
Gradually, all his senses began to fade away.
Was this what dying felt like? What a shame, he still wanted to live for another five hundred years…
As these thoughts drifted through his mind, He Yumian suddenly caught a whiff of a pleasant aromatherapy scent.
His eyelashes trembled as he dazedly opened his eyes.
A blinding expanse of white filled his vision.
Was this heaven?
Suddenly, a soft, little dough-like creature lunged right into the dazed He Yumian’s arms.
Looking down, he poked and prodded the little creature, discovering that it actually had eyes, a nose, and a mouth.
The cute little bundle rolled around in his arms, speaking in a soft, milky voice: “Hello, Host! I am System 009, you can call me Xiao Jiu!”
He Yumian wore a bewildered expression.
A pair of fluffy little wings popped out from Xiao Jiu’s back as it fluttered around him in a circle: “Since you clearly haven’t a clue what’s going on, this system will magnanimously fill you in—”
“You died, and now you’re alive again!”
He Yumian: “…? What are you babbling about?”
The chubby little ball flew up and settled onto his shoulder: “To be precise, you are no longer in your original world.”
“Remember The Supreme Demonic Emperor? That novel you read last night.”
He Yumian searched his memory; there did seem to be such a thing.
After he finished chatting with Miao Yangyang last night, he had tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. While scrolling through his phone, he had stumbled across a novel titled The Supreme Demonic Emperor.
It was a very conventional male-oriented Xianxia power fantasy. As for why He Yumian had bothered to read it, it was because there was a supporting character in it who shared his exact name and surname.
The cannon fodder villain immortal master, He Yumian.
He Yumian was struck with utter panic: “No way! You mean… I’ve transmigrated into a book?”
Xiao Jiu nodded, wearing a look that said this student could still be saved: “Correct. This system saved your life, as long as you transmigrate into the body of that immortal master He Yumian…”
Before it could finish, Xiao Jiu was grabbed by the scruff of the neck by a fierce-looking He Yumian.
The little ball immediately squeaked in sheer terror: “What are you doing? Let this system down right now! Have you lost your mind?”
He Yumian pinched the back of Xiao Jiu’s neck: “That villainous immortal master’s ending is getting his bones turned to ash and scattered. Who on earth would want to transmigrate into your lousy book? I’d rather just go straight to reincarnation.”
The immortal master He Yumian in the novel, who shared his name, had met a truly miserable end.
His hand and foot tendons were severed, his cultivation was completely crippled, he was betrayed by all his followers, and his reputation was dragged through the mud. Once a wildly prestigious and glorious immortal master, he ended up competing with beggars for scraps of food before finally starving to death on the streets.
The plot of The Supreme Demonic Emperor revolved around the protagonist, Chi Yuan, rising from the grassroots, slapping the villains across the face step by step, and ultimately uniting the three realms as the Demon Emperor.
Characters this overpowered usually had a tragic childhood, and Chi Yuan was no exception.
He was a human-demon half-breed, the product of an illicit liaison between a righteous immortal master and a demon princess, and was abandoned by his parents the moment he was born.
A kind-hearted, blind old grandmother had taken him in, but good times never lasted long; within a few years, the grandmother fell ill and passed away.
A young Chi Yuan was forced to survive day by day by begging, which led to him being mocked by his peers as a good-for-nothing who had a mother who gave birth to him but didn’t raise him.
One day, his village was attacked and destroyed by a rampaging horde of demonic beasts. Chi Yuan miraculously survived, and He Yumian, a righteous immortal master passing by, took pity on him and casually brought him back to his sect.
He Yumian had been trapped at the Mahayana realm for a long time, plagued by inner demons. Upon discovering Chi Yuan’s extraordinary bloodline, he harbored malicious intentions.
He wanted to use a forbidden evil art to refine Chi Yuan into a human elixir, so he collected all sorts of rare medicinal pills and elixirs to feed Chi Yuan, hoping to accelerate his growth to meet the conditions required for refinement.
However, cannon fodder remains cannon fodder. Chi Yuan saw right through He Yumian’s sinister plot and pulled off a counter-kill.
How on earth had he managed to bridge that massive realm gap to pull off a counter-kill anyway? Could it simply be because of a protagonist halo? Brainless web novels really lacked basic logic.
Ever since then, He Yumian’s true colors were exposed to the world, and the once-revered immortal master became infamous, despised, and hunted by everyone.
After his death, his body was even tossed into a mass grave, left to be gnawed on by wild dogs.
That ending could not even begin to be described as miserable.